Friday, July 9, 2010

Our Little Boy, Frisker

Deb: Frisker, our dog, is sick. He is 12 years old. He is a Cairn terrier. He is a soulful creature not given to frivolous things. He exposes his belly for a scratch to anyone who comes through the door. He lives for the sweet touch of the human, the scratchy love of an adoring creature. But he is a serious pup who seems more concerned with our investments than our attention to him. He is not like his sister, nor is he like any other pup I have known. He loves to frolic with our daily game of “gimme it”, but then he wants to settle down to a good think about our fiscal responsibility and his place in it. In essence, Frisker cannot be defined. He is still blessedly, thankfully, with us, and hanging in for all he’s worth. 

So I have decided to grant him a living funeral in this blog. It worked for Tom Sawyer and it will work for Frisker Mochrie. And even though he can’t read, I will know that I have done it and I will be able to look into his liquid, hot chocolate eyes and he will be able to see that respects have been paid. For that is what he would want. The proper speeches, protocol being adhered to, and all the trimmings that accompany it. 

He is a traditional pup, respectful of his position, but with a love that knows no bounds. Despite his accountant demeanor, Frisker is a people pup. I am sure many of you have them or have seen them. I know that Barb has a people pup in her Chaplin whom I love so very much. But this is for our Frisker, our boy’s first pup, a pup who turned our boy into a dog lover. As our boy was leaving for camp this summer, he said his goodbyes to Frisker, spending so much time with him, not knowing if he would see his dog again. And neither did we. We still don’t. 

But what I need to tell you is that our Frisker is kind and relenting, smart and wily, gentle and giving. He is a toddler of a dog one second and then all at once serious and wry. Our girl pup, Fanny, whom we equally adore for her own traits is a dog of ancient instinct who will walk the walk before she eats, circle and circle before she lays down, and grab one of her stuffed squirrels in her mouth and, with a snap of her head, break its neck. Frisker on the other hand treats the stuffies like his babies. He carries them around and protects them with his paw. Anyone who comes to our door is treated to a stuffed animal delivered personally by our Frisker. He will run to the basket and push his way through it until he finds just the right gift for the particular person at the door. We have laughed watching him push toy after toy out of his way until he finds just the right one. 


We love them both so much because they are them and because they are different. But this blog is for Frisker, fighting for his life as we fight with him. We are so filled with the whole of Frisker right now. Every breath is special and every move is the first and last move. Someone said to me yesterday, “That is why I cannot have another pet, I just can’t take the loss”. I understand that, totally. However my point of view is that I would not trade one second of pain for the many, many years of joy that we have had with our Frisky-boy. So please, pray for him or think of him because he is our boy. Our boy’s first boy. He sleeps in our bed. He is our family and we are losing him. 

Barbara: Weeping as I read this, Deb. How many times would Frisker come to me with one of his specially chosen stuffies, make his serious business known, pet my leg with his paw, and lay down at our feet while we worked in your kitchen? He is truly a beloved soul. 

It is partly thanks to Deb and her pups that we even have our Chaplin. I was never a dog person––or didn’t think I was—and Deb introduced me to the sweet pleasure of that unique relationship. I wish we didn’t have to lose them, but I wouldn’t trade one moment with these little loves either. 

You know Frisker is in my thoughts, Deb. But so are you.

12 comments:

  1. I'm sorry to read about Frisker, Deb. On some level, I'm sure he knows he's the luckiest dog in the world, living with you and your family, loving it all.

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  3. Sorry to hear about your dog. I know that this must be a really hard time for you and your family. I know what your are going though. When my dog Nicky was little he was so cute. Deb, like you I though of my dog as one of my own family members. I loved that dog, because I had grown up with him. When he got sick it was really hard. The when my dog had passed away of cancer I was heartbroken. I didn't know what to do. I have 2 dogs now but nothing can or will ever take the place of him. Like I said I am so sorry to hear about your dog. Just keep faith and hope that he will be ok. I am also sending prayers and hope to not only your dog Frisker but to you and your family. Just believe that he will be ok and hope that he will get better fast. I know I will say a little extra something when I close my eyes tonight.

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  4. Sending thoughts, prayers, and hugs your way. I know what you mean about the special bond you have with Frisker. I had actually posted on my blog this morning about my special pup, Max. I wouldn't trade therime I spend with him for anything. Y'all will definitely be in my thoughts today!

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  5. *tears streaming down face* Oh, Deb. I am so, so sorry. I am cradling your family in my heart.

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  6. I hope Frisker's health improves; I know how important he is to you. He sounds like a real character, and he looks absolutely adorable.

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  7. They are both just sweet, beautiful dogs. I bet they are just as cute as a button. They sure look like they are. I hope he gets better fast.

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  8. Deb, what's so great is that you made me laugh and cry with this post and this makes me (not really a dog person although I grew up with them) really appreciate your dog. I laughed out loud at our "accountant" dog. You have captured a beautiful spirit here and I am moved by your sharing.

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  9. Deb sorry to here about your baby. I know what it's like. I am a dog person. Dogs are all individuals and no 2 are alike. This past year we lost our 2 oldest babies within 6 weeks of each other. Chance was 16 1/2 and Bear was 13. After Chance died Bear just couldn't understand where his buddy was and followed him as had been since he was a pup. I still see the two of them sometimes running in the backyard. You are all in my thoughts and prayers.

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  10. Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. I have actually never had a pet of my own, but I know from friends that do have them that they become family members just like the rest. I will keep both Frisker and your family in my thoughts.

    *sending big cyberhugs across the ocean*

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  11. Deb - I'm at work, colleagues are concerned because I had to leave, tears streaming down my face. This was a lovely, fitting, "living funeral" and testament - Frisker sounds adorable and the perfect dog for Mom, Dad and Boy. Thank you for sharing.

    Love Sandy

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  12. I'm so sorry to hear Frisker is sick Deb. It's hard seeing your pets unwell. Our family had to say our goodbyes to our eldest dog earlier this year at the grand old age of 15. She was a very dignified old lady with oodles of affection for anyone and everyone. The hardest part was seeing my younger dog adjust to the loss after we had to have her put down - though he's not suffering from lack of attention by any means!! My thoughts are with you and your family Deb.

    Love Elle

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